shoot the gun, for those blood-stained streets. ashes shall fall like snow, with the skies in fire. people begged, pleaded. however, those cries were ignored. there will be innocent livings.. like the flowers. but, even the white flowers will also be stained red. that's because no one shall be spared. one's doings make another suffer. told the one who shot to be ruthless, taught him to be ruthless, now, be glad that he is! and when blood are spilt, they can't be retrieved. so in the end, the survivors can only grieve and regret helplessly..